
McDonald Trump. Chris Piascik/Flickr. CC-BY-2.0.
Recently, a memory of my son as a small boy came back to me. He was, in those days, terrified of clowns. Something about their strange, mask-like, painted faces unnerved him utterly, chilled him to the bone. To the rest of us, they were comic, but to him – or so I came to imagine anyway – they were emanations from hell.